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Previously

He updated Chief Vick on what had happened, telling about not only the night's events, but what had happened leading up to them.

After that ordeal, Lassiter drove over to the hospital and sat in the waiting room.

If it had been anyone else, he would have left to give a statement, but this was O'Hara. This was Spencer. This was Guster.

And this was not okay.

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Gus woke up in the most comfy bed he'd ever laid in. He attempted to stretch, but found that the wires hooked up on his arms prevented the motion.

Gus blinked. So he wasn't at his parent's house, as he'd guessed.

Looking around, Gus found himself in a hospital bed. Memories came flooding into his head.

The last thing he could remember…Dr. Pines walking over to him and Shawn in the basement.

Gus assumed Lassiter had saved them all.

"You're awake," came a voice. Gus looked over to the door, where a woman was standing in a white coat. "I'm Dr. Smith," she said with a warm smile.

"How bad is it?" Gus croaked, motioning to his body. It wasn't the most clever thing to ask, but Dr. Smith understood what he meant.

"You came in with a severe concussion, a mild case of dehydration, and some blood loss. Fortunately, you've made a good recovery in the past two days, and as long as you don't jostle your head, you can be released."

Gus nodded and allowed Dr. Smith to unhook him from the machines. "Can I see my friend?" he asked casually, trying not to sound too eager.

"Which one?" the doctor responded.

Gus furrowed his brow. Had Lassiter been hurt? "Shawn Spencer."

Dr. Smith nodded and led him to a room two doors down.

Shawn was in there, laying awake and watching tv on the hospital bed. At Gus' footsteps, Shawn turned off the tv. "Gus!"

"Are you okay, Shawn?" Gus asked worriedly.

Shawn quirked a brow. "Do you think my dad would have gone home to shower if I wasn't?"

Gus smirked, realizing that Henry would rather fight an angry Lassiter in a dark alley than leave his injured son's side. "How are you doing?"

Shawn waved his hand. "I'm not okay. I've been stuck in this boring hospital room, and there's nothing to do but watch tv!"

"Shawn!" Gus exclaimed, taking the seat next to his best friend's bed. "What are your injuries?"

Sighing, Shawn realized he couldn't escape the inevitable. His dad would be willing to tell Gus if he wasn't. "I had a concussion, cracked ribs, lots of cuts reopened, small puncture in the lung again…"

Gus narrowed his eyes. "Your throat didn't collapse, right?"

"No!" Shawn exclaimed. "I'm fine, buddy!" he added quietly, and held up a questioning bump.

Gus didn't hesitate to fist bump Shawn back.

Something didn't make sense, however. "My doctor said that another friend was in the hospital. Is Lassiter okay?"

"Lassie-face is just great!" Shawn smiled, but his happy expression turned dark. "It's Jules. She was driving over to where Dr. Pines was keeping us, and…Dr. Pines tried fleeing…their cars crashed. Dr. Pines is dead."

Gus gasped. "Is Jules okay?"

"She had severe brain damage and a broken leg," Shawn said uncertainly. "She hasn't woken up."

"Jules is going to be just fine." Gus couldn't tell if he was trying to convince himself or Shawn.

Just then, Henry entered the room.

"Dad, where have you been?" Shawn asked, irritable. "You called and said you were at the hospital ten minutes ago!"

"Juliet's awake," Henry reported. "She wants to see you."

Shawn groaned. "Let me guess, neither of us are allowed to visit the other's room! We could always do Facetime, I guess—"

Henry cut him off. "I spoke to your doctor. You're allowed to visit her."

It took some effort to get Shawn off the bed, but in the end, he was able to stay upright while leaning on Henry heavily.

Luckily, Juliet's room was only across the hall, so they didn't have to walk far.

Juliet was in the bed, looking tired and beat-up but cheerful. Lassiter was in the room too, perched awkwardly on the chair next to the hospital bed.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?" Shawn asked with concern.

Juliet smiled at his careful tone. "I'm fine. I can't remember anything after the crash until the hospital, but I'm healing really well."

Shawn shifted.

"Shawn," Juliet said hesitantly. "We need to talk."

"I'll be going, then," Gus smiled. He walked out of the room, closely followed by a smirking Henry and panicked Lassiter.

When they had left, Shawn sat next to Juliet on the bed.

"I'm so sorry, Shawn!" Juliet burst out immediately. "I was so nervous you didn't like me or want me, and I didn't want to be in the way of you recovering!" She looked down. "I'll understand if you break up with me."

Juliet's directness made Shawn want to be the same way. He slowly pulled a box from the pocket of his hospital gown.

Juliet gasped when Shawn got down on his knees. She felt tears spark in her eyes. "You don't have to…"

Shawn smiled and looked up at her. Slowly, he opened the box. Inside was a sparkling diamond ring. "Juliet O'Hara, I love you so much. You are the light in my life, and if I wait any longer, our lives will be gone. It's been eight years since I've known you, and I've enjoyed every second. Will you marry me?"

Juliet took a shaky breath, and Shawn's cheeks colored, but Juliet had no intention whatsoever of turning him down on his offer. This was the moment she had been dreaming of; the moment she had believed would never come when Shawn was in a coma. "I'll marry the crap out of you, Shawn Spencer!"

Shawn's whole face lit up. He slowly stood up. Leaning over the hospital bed, he gently pressed his lips against Juliet's, and the two shared a passionate kiss, forgetting whatever troubles real life held.

In that moment, he knew.

Everything was going to be just fine.

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THE END